“What’s happening?” I ran to Ben’s side, watching as the cameras fuzzed over and switched to narrow in on a bank downtown. People were running from the building, fleeing in every direction. The police had gathered out front, and several news reporters were already on the scene. In the sky, the smallest black dot moved quickly towards the building and my heart skipped in my chest. That had to be Alex.
On another screen, Ben brought up a picture of two figures that matched Onyx and Mr. Mask's suits, then he pushed himself back from the desk. Moving away from me now, he flicked on the TV then fell back onto the couch. Pulling out a PlayStation controller, he held another in my direction. Is he serious? He wants to play games at a time like this? We’re in the middle of a code black! My face
